Find Me

(A re-post because this feels right today) There is no quiet in the wicked night Where shadows are birthed Writhing through sleep shrouded eyes Rousing her into aphotic collection Impelled toward dark thorn forest Seizing her decrepit parody Limbs whip her pallid face A splatter of red Highlights her gaunt essence Believing hue can conceive … Continue reading Find Me

Howl at the Moon

I opened the door Unfettered And stepped nonchalantly Wrapped in warmth Sun on my skin Lavender breeze Naive and susceptible To harsh reality Expecting a reflection of similarity Sublime in simplicity But this A universe completely foreign Blinded by the light Burned in flames of the uncaring Indifferent and detached Love seems so easy Look … Continue reading Howl at the Moon